Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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"I'll die! I'll die!"

Please don't go anymore... please don't go anymore! I'm begging you!

But his cries were as insignificant as a speck of dust amidst the fierce fighting.

Just then, Old Man Mu, who was standing next to him, slowly stood up.

His back was ramrod straight, and magical power began to gather around his body, with a faint white light emanating from his palms.

Mu Shenqi was stunned for a moment, then crawled over like a madman and hugged his father's ankle tightly.

"Please, Dad, don't go! Don't go!"

His voice was full of pleading, and tears blurred his vision.

“She is the Great Demon Queen, we are no match for her. You…you and Mother, run! I’ll come, I’ll save them, I can protect them.”

"Don't die... I don't want you to die..."

He buried his face in his father's lap, his body trembling violently.

"I beg you, Father... I beg you..."

He knew he was lying; he couldn't even stand up, but he would rather die than lose his father.

Old Man Mu's trouser legs were quickly soaked with his tears and blood, and the warm touch made his body tremble slightly.

“Son,” Old Man Mu squatted down, his rough hands stroking Mu Shenqi’s blood-stained face, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes and the blood from the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, his voice hoarse but firm.

"Father is the head of the Mu family. If the Mu family members are bullied, Father must protect them."

He gently patted his son's head, as tenderly as when he was a child and he was being coaxed to sleep.

"My good child, you and your mother run first. Your father will go protect the tribe and then come find you, okay?"

"No...no!"

Mu Shen was furious and clutched his father's sleeve tightly, his fingertips trembling.

"Mother, stop Father! He'll die! He can't possibly defeat that demon! He'll die!"

Grandma Mu stood to the side, her eyes already red and swollen from crying, tears streaming down her cheeks and staining her clothes with dark marks.

She didn't try to pull Old Man Mu away; instead, she stepped forward, trembling as she grasped her husband's hand. Her lips moved for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence.

"My husband, live on."

After saying that, she gritted her teeth, bent down and picked up the injured Mu Shenqi, then turned and ran wildly toward the back gate of the manor.

She dared not turn around, afraid that if she did, she would never be able to take another step.

"Run? Where to run?"

Lust scoffed, and the air currents at his fingertips condensed again, clearly intending to annihilate the fleeing mother and child as well.

But the next moment, a giant golden fist, covered in dust, suddenly slammed down from the side, the wind from the fist was extremely fierce, and it slammed hard into her face.

A flicker of surprise crossed his lustful eyes, and he instinctively raised his hand to respond.

"Drink——!"

Old Man Mu roared, pouring all his magical power and even more than ten years of his lifespan into this punch.

He knew he was no match for her, but he was the head of the family, the god of the Mu family!

Even if it costs him his life, even if he is shattered to pieces, even if he is doomed to eternal damnation, he must fight for a way to survive for his wife and children, and for the remaining members of his clan.

"Die! Die ...

However, lust merely gathers energy in the palm of one's hand and raises it to block.

With a muffled thud, the golden giant fist shattered instantly, and Old Man Mu was sent flying like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, crashing heavily into the stone wall. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall, and dust fell in a flurry.

Lust looked down at her arm, where a faint red mark was left.

A genuine look of surprise finally appeared on her face as she looked at Old Man Mu, who was struggling to get up, her tone tinged with amusement.

"Bug, how did you do that?"

Old Man Mu lay on the ground, panting heavily, blood flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth, staining his chest red.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes burning with an inextinguishable light. Even though his body was aching so badly it felt like it was about to fall apart, he still stared intently at lust and uttered a few words in a hoarse voice.

"I...I am the head of the Mu family...If I can't protect my people...what kind of head of the family am I..."

"Master!"

"Protect the head of the family!"

"Protect the head of the family!"

"Protect the master of the household!!!"

"Hehe—it's alright, you guys..."

"They're all going to die today."

"Hee hee hee--"

Chapter 142 In the End

"Hahahaha—that's it, that's it, Mu Qinghan!"

"This is the kind of battle I've been waiting for!"

The martial arts fanatic laughed wildly, his spear spinning rapidly, forming a dense, impenetrable silver circle in front of him. The sharp whistling of the spear tip cutting through the air made people's eardrums vibrate.

Mu Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply. In those eyes that could see through the flow of energy, the energy within the martial arts fanatic's body was like a surging river, rushing from his heart to his limbs and bones.

Just as the silver ring suddenly shattered and the spear, accompanied by a whooshing sound, pierced towards his heart, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body floating backward three feet like a willow catkin, barely avoiding this fatal blow.

The next moment, Mu Qinghan stomped his toes on the ground, causing several fine cracks to appear.

He took advantage of the momentum to leap into the air, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and slashed straight at the back of the martial arts fanatic.

The martial arts fanatic reacted extremely quickly, almost the instant he jumped, he spun around and followed, his spear sweeping out horizontally, bringing a whistling wind as it smashed into the afterimage.

But the instant the gun barrel passed through the afterimage, he knew he had fallen into a trap.

The sword was already at his neck, the cold blade pressed against his skin, abruptly silencing the martial arts fanatic's laughter.

Instead of panicking, he grinned with a fanatical smile, his wrist suddenly twisting, the spear shaft flicking upwards like a serpent, striking the spine of the sword precisely.

A dull thud rang out as the spear pierced Mu Qinghan's abdomen, and crimson blood dripped down the shaft, staining the ground crimson.

The martial arts fanatic used his arm to lift him high into the air, his eyes full of smugness.

"It seems... I won."

"Mu Qinghan, the flaw you thought you saw was just bait that I deliberately showed you."

However, before he could finish speaking, the "Mu Qinghan" on the tip of the spear suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated, leaving only an afterimage!

The martial arts fanatic's pupils suddenly contracted. He turned around sharply and saw a cold light slashing towards his arm holding the gun.

Blood splattered, and his entire right arm, along with the spear, fell to the ground. But the martial arts fanatic didn't scream. Instead, he covered his wound, squatted down, and threw his head back, letting out a deafening laugh.

"Hahahaha—that's great! That's so great!"

He wiped the blood from his face, staring intently at Mu Qinghan as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"Great, great! Mu Qinghan, you've given me so many surprises!"

"Join us! Once you join, the master will not only train you to become the strongest swordsman in the world, but also grant you endless lifespan, allowing you to truly achieve a leap in your life level!"

"Endless lifespan..."

Mu Qinghan looked down at his abdomen, which had just been stabbed—the wound was no longer visible, only the bloodstains on his clothes testified to the danger he had just faced.

He nearly died several times.

He spoke slowly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Yes! It's an endless lifespan!"

The martial arts fanatic thought he was interested, so his tone became more urgent, and his eyes gleamed with longing.

"With endless time, you can grow slowly and hone your sword skills little by little, and you will no longer have to fear the passage of time or the stagnation of martial arts."

"When that time comes, we'll train together every day, striving for the ultimate in martial arts. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

He slightly raised his hand, and his arm instantly returned to normal, the spear flying back into his hand.

Mu Qinghan looked up at the martial arts fanatic, his gaze sweeping over the almost insane obsession in his eyes, and slowly asked.

"What happens after that?"

"What should I do when I reach the pinnacle of martial arts and have an endless lifespan?"

"And then? And then...and then..."

The martial arts fanatic froze, his words caught in his throat, and he couldn't say anything more.

He raised his hand to his forehead. What should he do next?

He had never thought about this question.

For thousands of years, his world has consisted of only four words: "sharpening the martial arts".

With eyes open, he practices shooting; with eyes closed, he comprehends techniques. His mind is filled with thoughts of breaking through that invisible barrier and reaching the legendary pinnacle of martial arts.

But what exactly does that ultimate form look like?

Where should we go after we arrive?

He never considered it, just like a traveler rushing forward without asking what lies beyond the destination.

Why strive for the pinnacle of martial arts?

Mu Qinghan's voice rang out again, as light as the mountain breeze, yet every word pierced the heart of the martial arts fanatic.

"Is it because of a desire for power?"

"Now that you possess ultimate power, what do you want to do next?"

"Should we use it to split mountains and fill seas, or to crush all living beings?"